To the editor: Until last evening I was under the impression that dunleavy — I can’t bring myself to give him the respect of a capital “D” — had flunked basket weaving in the funny farm. Come to be informed he has multiple degrees in, of all things, education. Apparently he wants to keep that all for himself and not afford others the same opportunity.
To that end, my department was eliminated, so I am seeking my Ph.D. at another, prestigious university in a state that generously supports all its education levels. Outside. One down.
I shall only return to seal up my house, no hope of a sale with the coming glut, set the alt-powered alarms and to vote to recall dunceleavy.
I have enjoyed the Cole brothers’ informed columns, which I continue to read online. And I laughed hysterically at those of their detractor. Let’s just say I’m glad my insurance is handled elsewhere.
My family has been here since 1728. Participating and surviving the Revolutionary and Civil wars and World Wars I and II. I am a member of the DAR in the state I am heading to for survival. I don’t want to experience anymore of this lunacy. Alaska will always be home, in heart if not my residence.
Alaska will return to the meat puppet it was for Seattle. Our fish will be dead, our lumber sawn, our oil dried up, and the gold and other minerals paid out, leaving us with scenery and wildlife.
Maybe the next wave of pioneers will do a better job, if they come at all. There will be plenty of housing but no stores.
For those who think the PFD is their right, they obviously weren’t here when it was established, as I was, to fund government after the oil was gone. Well, that time is now. Otherwise, you can bend over and kiss goodbye all those services you have enjoyed all these years.